...in the beginning...

Your devoted touch
whispered over my skin,
each fragment of me
warmed upon Your gaze
by Your remembrance of me
a figure here upon newborn soil

thoughts of tomorrow
foreign and unknown
as each moment "now" thrived
pregnant with charges of love
full with expectation of You
in this world awakened

here i drowned without fear
for You beckoned sweet
i surrendered without thought
as i knew no other way
to love and be loved was "now"
perfect and untarnished

...except for then

...except for that

now i bleed within

shriveled from lack of light

broken by a simple moment

i forgot You

selling that touch for a bite

first succulent then bitter

oh my sweet Maker,

to go back i wish

to relive what I killed

my soul screams out

divided and naked i long

and now am never satisfied

in the beginning

there was You

there was me

there was peace

there was us

and now...i die

Pop over to my book review blog by clicking here to find out more about what inspired this post...or here to learn more about the author of the book: Tosca Lee's Havah.

Thinking of Eve while looking up as always...